Rain drop keeps falling on my head. It falls everyday telling me to write something or whatever I can write about. Well, I have decided to see the world in a more old-fashioned way and touch on our common, humble, unique, and heroic sensitivities that define the sorrow and happiness of our existence.
Tuesday, December 3, 2013
Death has always been my curiousity....
Since small, death has a special place in thought and in me. It has been with me all the time. There is a picture of mine, way back year 1966, I wrote something at the back of the picture. What did I write? `This man dies young. Pity him'. Looking it over, thinking it over, my experiences brushing with death have been a curiousity more than anything. Just dare not to venture any further on this topic. But the thought stays. Allahuakbar.
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